She opened the door. "Warner bought you a scone, but he doesn't think you'll trust him enough to eat it," she said, setting the bag on his desk.
"Okay, good. Last time he mixed holy water in it. I doesn't hurt it just tastes bad and irritates a little."
"Are you serious?" she asked, tilting her head. "I mean, I shouldn't be surprised. You did tickle me to death yesterday."
She tilted her head. "I would like to braid your hair," she repeated. "I have a little sister. I'm very good at it."